By day we're dormant Because it's too hot outside now Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons) Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations Shading the cities of the world to come I listen to the sound, the endless construction Inside the termite mound I walked past the nursery All the children have gone now (The rules we taught them are what they've become) Move past the people (they make me feel so indifferent) Serving their purpose It's their purpose to serve A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire Bars and bazaars of self-gratification Live to consume Live for momentary pleasures I listen to the sound, the endless construction Inside the termite mound.
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